Custom Made Demon King

So far, only this spectral dragon had been able to rely on its own strength to break free from being frozen in Roy’s ice.

But it could not be helped. This spectral dragon had lost its flesh body, and the frost power’s effect on it had fallen to an extremely low level. It was already a dead creature, and it was impossible to make it die a second time by freezing it. It retained most of the dragon’s powerful strength, so it was natural that it could break the restraint of Roy’s ice from the inside.

Fortunately, Roy did not expect to completely seal this spectral dragon in ice from the beginning. His true goal was actually Arantir in the dragon’s abdomen!

Sure enough, after the spectral dragon blasted away the ice, Roy saw Arantir’s pale face in the dragon’s abdomen.

Due to practicing death magic, necromancers looked like ghosts. Their faces were pale and withered, and Arantir was naturally no exception. But after coming out of the ice, his face became even worse!

The spectral dragon, known as the Death Incarnation, had formidable death magic power condensed on the colossal skeleton. But it was the best nourishment for the Magic Power Virus contained in Roy’s ice. Although it had been frozen for only a short time, merely a few seconds, the Magic Power Virus still devoured a lot of death magic power from the spectral dragon during this process. Although Arantir was in the cavity of the spectral dragon’s abdomen, he was also contaminated by the Magic Power Virus when sealed in the ice!

Although the Magic Power Virus did not cause Arantir’s magic power to be sucked dry, he still felt the loss of his magic power…

Not only that, but there was also the radiation damage of the Desolate Virus. The spectral dragon was unaffected, but Arantir was severely affected. He was only a necromancer, a living person, and not a true undead creature such as a lich, so the moment he was frozen by Roy’s black ice, his body already suffered intense radiation!

At this moment, his face was pale because he found that not only had some of his magic power disappeared, but he also felt a strong sense of dizziness and nausea, and all of his skin was extremely itchy.

Had he been trapped for a longer time, his skin might have shown signs of festering…

Although Roy’s frost did not have much effect on undead creatures, it was exceptionally dangerous for living beings, especially for those with weaker bodies like mages. Julia and Fat Tiger were strong enough to resist the effect of some radiation, but even so, Roy had warned them not to approach the black frost he created…

After breaking free, Arantir noticed the anomaly in his body. But with the enemy in front of him, he did not dare to be distracted. He held his stomach and forcefully suppressed the feeling of vomiting. Then he immediately ordered the spectral dragon to fight back.

However, Roy’s mighty punch had shattered a portion of the spectral dragon’s spine, causing the actions of the spectral dragon, which relied on the skeleton to move, to become slightly distorted. With no choice, Arantir could only use Heal Undead to repair the spectral dragon’s injuries.

But since he had to take care of the spectral dragon, he naturally had to divert his attention away from the other high-level undead. Julia keenly noticed this and took the opportunity to fly into the formation of the liches in the back. She swung her sword and slashed wildly, sweeping away all the skeletons wearing robes and holding magic staffs.

Arantir, who was entangled by Roy, was unable to get the liches to rise again. Even if he wanted to, Roy would not give him a chance. He spread his wings and flew up to fight the spectral dragon, making it so that Arantir could only focus on assisting the spectral dragon fight.

On another side, Cassandra, who had become free, ordered the skeleton soldiers to help Fat Tiger fight. Fat Tiger and a group of bone dragons were fighting on the ground. Although Cassandra’s skeleton soldiers were extremely fragile in front of the bone dragons, they fearlessly rushed forward like a suicide squad. Even though most of these skeleton soldiers were trampled to death by the bone dragons, a small portion of them climbed up the bone dragons’ leg bones, resembling a scene of ants climbing onto an elephant.

These skeleton soldiers could not cause any damage to the bone dragons. But they successfully attracted the attention of the other bone dragons, helping to disperse some of the firepower on Fat Tiger, allowing Fat Tiger and the bone dragons to bite and kill each other even more ferociously…

The battle situation became tense for a while. Arantir did not expect that he would have to fight to this extent despite having the advantage in numbers. But it was clearly not suitable for him to consider these issues at this time. He had to kill this demon in front of him first.

After learning his lesson earlier, when Arantir discovered that Roy wanted to repeat his previous move, he ordered the spectral dragon to move constantly, not giving Roy any chance at all. At the same time, he began to cast curses on Roy to limit his combat strength.

Curses were a kind of magic that generally directly affected enemies, and they were basically unavoidable. In a short time, Roy suffered from Arantir’s Slow, Weakness, and Blind. Arantir’s curses were quite fierce, but the Cold Winter Armor that Roy was wearing had weakened a large part of these curses, preventing Arantir from achieving his desired effect.

Of course, these curses still had some impact on Roy. The Slow limited Roy’s flying speed, so he simply decided to give up flying directly and completely used Flash to replace his mobility. The Weakness was offset by Roy’s Bloodlust. As for the Blind… even though Roy could not see for a moment, he still knew the movements of the spectral dragon through his Radiation Perception.

The three curses consumed a lot of Arantir’s magic power, but the final effect was not very good. When Arantir realized this, his head swelled.

This demon, whom Arantir did not know where he came from, was different from the demons he had encountered in the past. Not only were the ones that he had faced before hot-tempered, but even the slightest provocation would cause them to rush straight up. And most of them used flame power. The pattern was obvious. But this demon in front of him was full of caution and cunning. Not only was he good at the opposite frost power, but the black frost was so strange that Arantir could not analyze too much at the moment.

His lack of understanding of Roy made Arantir’s previous experience of fighting against demons completely useless. He was regretful now. He should have sent more troops to test the demon’s attack methods.

However, what was done was done, and it was useless to say anything else. Arantir could only brace himself and fight Roy…

The spectral dragon roared at the sky. Under the surrounding yellow sand, black death power quickly exploded like a fountain, appearing under Roy’s feet one after another to attack him. But Roy’s body turned into lightning and constantly changed his position, avoiding these death fountains one by one. At the same time, he waved his hand and condensed a large number of ice spears floating beside him. He pointed, and these sharp black ice spears immediately whistled toward the dragon’s abdomen.

The ragged bone wings on the spectral dragon’s back spread out and blocked its abdomen in an attempt to protect Arantir. After most of the ice spears shot over, they could only produce tinkling sounds on the huge bone wings. But a small portion of the ice spears flew into a curved arc under Roy’s Psychokinesis, avoided the obstruction of the dragon bones, and headed straight for Arantir through a gap. “Damn it!” Arantir cursed. He slammed his staff and quickly applied Stone Skin and Magic Power Shield on himself. After these ice spears flew through from the gap in the ribs, they could only collapse under his shield.

In the blink of an eye, Roy flashed to the side of the spectral dragon’s cheek and punched fiercely, causing its gigantic skull to tilt several meters away!

Roy seized the opportunity and punched the spectral dragon’s cheek a few more times. The bones of the spectral dragon were too hard for Frostmourne to cut through, but this blunt force was quite useful against it. With every punch, Roy would add Dark Cold magic power and quickly filled the spectral dragon’s skull with large amounts of frost.

Under the continuous low-temperature attacks, the bones of the spectral dragon began to become fragile and increasingly easier to break. Roy’s fierce melee combat forced Arantir to cast Heal Undead repeatedly to repair the spectral dragon’s injuries.

The spectral dragon was too large and had a disadvantage. Roy was too small and too fast for it to catch. Although Roy did not doubt the tremendous power contained in the claws and tail, he still needed to hit it.

At this moment, a huge black fireball suddenly flew over and hit the side of the dragon’s abdomen from the other side. Although it was blocked by one of the spectral dragon’s ribs, after the black fireball exploded, it still frightened Arantir!

Turning his head to look through a gap, Arantir noticed that the black fireball was actually shot from a distance by the fallen angel. The more than a hundred liches under Arantir had all been burned into black bones by Julia, and the death knights and wights were unable to reach Julia, who was flying in the air. This allowed Julia to finally find a chance to support Roy.

The support from Julia made Arantir’s heart ring in alarm. Arantir looked at another side. Although the enormous three-headed hellhound was covered in wounds, the bones of several bone dragons were already lying under its feet…

Arantir finally realized that while he was focused on fighting the demon, his undead army was already at a disadvantage!

What should I do? If I cast Mass Raise Dead, I can turn the situation around. But in this case, will I have enough remaining magic power to support the Death Incarnation’s battle against the demon?

But while Arantir was hesitating, Roy did not give him much time to consider. A strong flash of light suddenly erupted in the dark desert under the night sky!

An incomparably thick black bolt of lightning suddenly struck down, directly smoting the spectral dragon’s forehead!

The entire black body of the spectral dragon was completely illuminated at this moment. Although it was only a few milliseconds, the scene of the flash seemed to have frozen, leaving a deep impression… Roy finally seized a chance to launch a big move!

Unlike Arantir, he had the support of the Cold Winter Armor. Although he consumed a lot of magic power, he could quickly recover it. At this moment, he had already occupied the upper hand in terms of remaining magic power.

The black lightning carried a powerful destructive force, causing the spectral dragon’s thick power of death to dissipate by half instantly. Although Arantir had not been directly attacked by the lightning in the dragon’s abdominal cavity, he was still shocked. He could clearly see the power of death on the spectral dragon fading, revealing a portion of its skeleton.

If the power of death on the spectral dragon’s body thoroughly dissipated, it would be very troublesome to recover, and Arantir would lose his strongest combat power for a short time.

I can’t allow this situation to happen! Arantir instantly made a decision and shouted, “Go!”

The next moment, the spectral dragon flapped its wings and floated up from the ground. Then it turned around, flapped its wings, and quickly flew away.

Arantir escaped. He did not even care about his undead army. After all, he could gather an undead army again, but if the Death Incarnation was broken, he would be in big trouble.

Looking at the spectral dragon flying away in the night sky, Roy wanted to chase after it. But after thinking about it, he stopped.

Roy could not estimate how much magic power Arantir had left. He had taken the initiative to retreat rather than losing, and Roy was unsure whether he could really kill Arantir if he chased after him.

What Roy was most worried about was actually the spectral dragon. After Arantir had summoned this unusual spectral dragon, Roy had been wondering if Arantir being the so-called Chosen of Asha was real. Was the power of the Dragon of Order really protecting Arantir, and would killing him attract Asha’s anger?

Roy could not act so recklessly, so he planned to ask first. As for who he was asking… hehe, did the vampire who escaped earlier think that Roy could not find him hidden under the sand?

With Arantir’s departure, the remaining undead army seemed to have lost their backbone and became confused. Cassandra knew that Arantir had cut off his connection with these undead, so she immediately took the opportunity to use her mental power to obtain control over a portion of the high-level undead and imprinted her necromancer mark on them.

In the end, she controlled a total of eleven bone dragons, more than thirty death knights, and more than ten wights. Finally, she left some margin to control hundreds of skeleton soldiers before reaching her limit.

Although Cassandra was not as powerful as Arantir and could only control a part of the high-level undead, with the help of these high-level undead, she quickly killed the remaining undead.

Fat Tiger was the most injured in this battle. After returning, he whimpered and pretended to be miserable in front of Roy. Roy could only use souls to make a healing potion and feed it to him so that he could recover, and Julia used her flames to help Fat Tiger get rid of the toxin of the aging force from being bitten by the bone dragons.

The bones on the battlefield looked terrifying, but Roy could not care less. He got up and walked toward the place where the vampire was hiding. But before he could capture the vampire, the vampire jumped out of the sand!

“Ah-! Powerful demon!” As soon as Giovanni came out, he put his hand to his chest and bowed his head to Roy. “I am Vampire Count Giovanni, and I salute you! I didn’t expect you to defeat Death Lord Arantir. I can only say that your strength is terrifying!” Hearing this, Roy could not help but stop. He sized up the vampire who called himself a count and asked, “Oh? Aren’t you Arantir’s subordinate?”

“No, I am not his subordinate! We are just purely in a cooperative relationship!” Giovanni unconsciously revealed his sharp canine teeth, and a slightly flattering smile appeared on his face. “But now it seems like I should choose another collaborator!”

Roy understood. This vampire in front of him was actually a traitor!